Circling patterns orange auras bursting outward
your brow unleashed morning hair entangling Monet eyes Dali smile
universes emerging from smoked- bronze brush strokes paper mache’ villages
worn books hidden under the bed their dust covers peeking 
unveiling dream attempted fantasies
pages read too quickly the corners gently dog-eared  referred to on 
restless evenings where both music and silence breathe magickal dissonance
pictures taped  slightly drooping splattering the walls with 
silent smiles emerging from paper to drift amid dust sprinkled sunrays
curious shades in dark corners envelop moments of secrets tossed
casually aside for tomorrow’s canvas 
but no painting you create could ever illustrate the resplendent art that is you. 

Nikki Lockhart

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